"Every once in a while I go out on a drive through some old country roads in Maryland and Virginia. One of these routes goes over
the Potomac via White's Ferry. This song is about some of the sights and experiences of one particular drive in September of 2006. Bryan
Hinkley from Never Got Caught does the duel lead with Tim on this one, as well as wee tasty bits throughout."
Only the dirt I do
believe.
As memory vanishes among the leaves.
Wizard of tickets is always glad to charge a pilgrims fare.
Jubilees generally
early. Lets take the country air.
Mistreating granite, limestone, and clay. Its a shameful soil.
But all grows well on the
floodplain tract if you can afford the toil.
Cradled in ivy, we will allow
the moss to prosper upon our brows.
Boxer rebellion,
the Holy Child. They all pay their rent.
But none together can testify to rhythm of a road well bent.
Saddles and zip codes,
passports and gates, the Jones keep.
In August the water is trickling, in April its furious deep.
Wizard of tickets is always glad
to charge a pilgrims fare.
Jubilees generally early. Lets take the country air.
Mistreating granite, limestone, and clay. Its a
shameful soil.
But all grows well on the floodplain tract if you can afford the toil.
Only the dirt I do believe.
Divinity
vanishes among the leaves.
